Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve When I step out, I'm killin' it My hair, yeah this that Brazilian shit (Yup) Yung Miami, they feelin' this (Feelin' it) Raw or robber, I hit a lick QC record label in this bitch My Rollie got the whole room lit (Lit) Cuban link chains all on my jet I'm lookin' good with your nigga on my wrist He blow a bag, I blow a kiss (Mwah) He want some head, I'm 'bout to get rich I'm goin' all in, I'm givin' 'em hell I'm rockin' that Gucci and Chanel Your nigga brought me a YSL I leave the house, he on my trail Pussy put him up under a spell That nigga put me a check in the mail Tell 'em felt well, gotta stay calm He got that bank account turned still on Got texts on my phone, it's gettin' ridiculous Your man comin' home, So I'm callin' restricted (Hahaha) Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve Pull up in my Jeep with the doors off (Swerve) My seats the color of my feet, I'm a show-off (Ha) Bitch, I'm too hard, I never go soft (Soft) Pussy put his ass to sleep, that's that doze-off I-I-I got that ice around my neck, that's a chest cold Gucci 'round my waist with a Glock and some bank rolls "JT, who you fuckin'?" Bitch, why? Damn, touch your nose I did some things last summer, I won't tell a soul (Shh) Bitch, I'm hood, I'm not bougie Ass fat in my two-piece Rocks juicy like Hi-C Lil' nigga, don't try me Wanna fuck, ask nicely (Yeah) But the pussy too pricey (Yeah) Cop me diamonds, gotta ice me (Yeah) Yeah I know you wanna wife me (Yeah) Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve

(Swerve, swerve) Swerve right (Swerve, swerve) Swerve left (Swerve, swerve) Swerve right (Swerve, swerve) I swerve left (Swerve, swerve) Swerve right (Swerve, swerve) Swerve left (Swerve, swerve) Swerve right You ain't never had shit, swerve on 'em For ya daddy in tha pin, swerve on 'em Acting bad off that gin, swerve on 'em Hit his block and act again, fuckin' nigga, swerve on 'em You might catch me on the Interstate acting bad Hoes hollin' there he go, who? boosie bad ass And these fools know I keep that thang There go that dawg spinnin' hard from lane to lane Don't play no games 'cause I make you out to demonstration Why you swerving' 'cause they hatin' Why they hatin' 'cause you makin', it's cash dawg It's hatch, dawg, who you thought it would be If you ain't buckin' to the ceiling', you ain't rollin' wit me I got this swerving shit from back in the day When niggas on them Ps and Vs made you get out they way Hey people, hollin' why you act like this is it 'em pills? Hell no, it's that savvy shit that I done lived Keep it real, you be swerving to If yo shit spinnin' 'bout a thousand hoes done heard of you That dirty do, anything to attract dem hoes Hang out the window with they shirt off throwin' up them 4's This how it goes You by the club swerve You wit yo girl swerve A nigga mug swerve All my thugs swerve You ain't never had shit, swerve on 'em For ya daddy in tha pin, swerve on 'em Acting bad off that gin, swerve on 'em Hit his block and act again, fuckin' nigga, swerve on 'em You ain't never had shit, swerve on 'em For ya daddy in tha pin, swerve on 'em Acting bad off that gin, swerve on 'em Hit his block and act again, fuckin' nigga, swerve on 'em I'm doin' 55 in the burbon straight swerving Wit a high yellow fine virgin and we swerving Hollin' I'm a fool boy, ya heard me straight swerving A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swerving Hit the parkin' lot by the club just swerving Head lights shinin' on my dubs while I'm swerving I keep a ol' pistol on my lap while I swerve Just in case I have to peel a cap while I swerve I play the 659 with the slap while I'm swerving I gotta have the killa and the yak while I'm swerving A 4 or 5 hundred dolla stack big swerving Smoking on some dolga early Monday And I been swerving since Thursday Red bones in the back got me swerving Shit, I done took my eyes up off the road While I was rubbin' on that cat Doin' it big like that nigga, swerving It's all good we on the map, Baton Rouge were ya at swerve? You ain't never had shit, swerve on 'em For ya daddy in tha pin, swerve on 'em Acting bad off that gin, swerve on 'em Hit his block and act again, fuckin' nigga, swerve on 'em You ain't never had shit, swerve on 'em For ya daddy in tha pin, swerve on 'em Acting bad off that gin, swerve on 'em Hit his block and act again, fuckin' nigga, swerve on 'em This for my dawgs in penitentiary, who holla Shit like gutta gutta when you mention me that Hennessey Mane, that Hen got me swerving crazy I saw a dog turned my head and almost hit a lady, slow down baby With little beat hollin' in the back I'm in my STS, lil' chunky in my otha lack, don't fuck with hats 'Cause I'll hit you with that Nina Ross It's on ya head, bitch, you dead, I pay the cost 'cause I'm a boss In the Southside out Baton Rouge Where niggas swerving on them 20's and them 22's, we act a foo Back in the game I used to throw them dreams In my firebird on them choppas and them fucking screens, sippin' that lin Acting like I never had shit, bust yo head in a trash pit I wrap you up in plastic, show yo ass magic Abra cadbra cado, here go lil' boo This verse is for all my hoes who be swerving too SSB swerve, UPT swerve, Park T, Easy T, Cee Cee swerve Fairfield swerve, Shellwood swerve Every hood in Baton Rouge, it's all good swerve (Swerve, swerve) Swerve right (Swerve, swerve) Swerve left (Swerve, swerve) Swerve right (Swerve, swerve) Swerve left (Swerve, swerve) Swerve right (Swerve, swerve) Swerve left (Swerve, swerve) Swerve right

Calling my phone, 3 o'clock in the morning My shorty right here, what you tryna get swerved? Asking all them questions, why you pressing with aggression? I ain't stressing who you texting, stop flexing, I'm swervin' Praying on my downfall, hoping that I flop You haters better stop, you about to get swerved Pulled up to the lot with a lot, bought a drop, dropped the top I don't stop at the stop, I'm swervin' Girl I'm with you, show some confidence How you leave a king just to find a prince? How you push the whip and it ain't got the tints? The engine in my car'll turn a Demon to a rocket ship Dropped outta school, but you know I caught that scholarship Teamed up with my boy Lance, now we got all kinda hits Stackin' chips, I gotta dip Run it up, you run your lips Fat stacks, you counterfeit Brand new Rollie, I'm drowning it Calling my phone, 3 o'clock in the morning My shorty right here, what you tryna get swerved? Asking all them questions, why you pressing with aggression? I ain't stressing who you texting, stop flexing, I'm swervin' Praying on my downfall, hoping that I flop You haters better stop, you about to get swerved Pulled up to the lot with a lot, bought a drop, dropped the top I don't stop at the stop, I'm swervin' Why you mad at me? Your girl looking over here, I got that bag on me All 'cause I came out the womb and I was born ready Velveeta rag know I got that swag on me I got ice on my wrist, ice on my neck Real VV's you ain't even gotta check Let me humble down, I ain't even gotta flex At the end of the month I'mma need both checks and I'm swervin' Calling my phone, 3 o'clock in the morning My shorty right here, what you tryna get swerved? Asking all them questions, why you pressing with aggression? I ain't stressing who you texting, stop flexing, I'm swervin' Praying on my downfall, hoping that I flop You haters better stop, you about to get swerved Pulled up to the lot with a lot, bought a drop, dropped the top I don't stop at the stop, I'm swervin'